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Dream on through the eyes of a moonsugar addict

Summary:
Spin off from Charmingals story. This follows me and my two friends when en route to Forks we end up in Texas.


Notes:


10. Chapter 10

Rating 5/5   Word Count 646   Review this Chapter

Two hours later and they're still arguing. We've also arrived at wherever the train stops. The conductor's standing in the doorway watching them argue. I've given up now on trying to stop them.

"But I like Tasha-saaaaan!" Abel yells at the top of his voice.

"She is a potential hazard to the mission at hand" Tres replies.

"Are these two going to be arguing for long?" the train conductor whispers to me "It's just y'all need to be leaving soon"

I look at him "They've been at it for the past hour but I'll see what I can do"

I stand up and start to walk out

"Miss Natasha Isaacs where are you going?" I hear Tres

"I'm going to get food from somewhere. Feel free to join me"

"Yay! Food! Let's go Tres!" I hear Abel running behind me, with Tres following him.

A few minutes later, we're eating in the train stations café. Abel's busy stuffing his face with as much food as he can get in his mouth. I need to get away from them soon. Nice as Abel is I think he's going to be the one to loose the argument and I'll probably get sentenced to longer in jail for escaping.

"Anything I can do to help fathers?" a voice with a strong Texan accent asks.

"Oh no thank you! The foods so lovely. Actually now that you mention it. Could you perhaps get me a cup of tea? With 13 sugars? That would be lovely"

"I'll get you anything you want sugar," she drawls giving him a wink. Then she notices me and shoots me a glare that came straight from Satan.

A few minutes later she comes back with a cup of tea. She "accidentally" stumbles in her 4 inch heels, spilling the cup of tea over Abel's lap. He jumps up with a slight scream.

"I'm sorry sugar, here let me mop it up for you," she begins to dab at his lap with a towel, obviously aiming for his groin. She really couldn't get any more obvious.

"Umm...no, no don't worry it's quite all right..." Abel snatches the towel from her hand, batting it away.

"Miss, may I remind you that as priests we have taken a vow of chastely, therefore you're intentions of having sexual relations with Father Abel Nightroad will not be mutual" Tres to the rescue!

"Oh...well I'm very sorry" she snaps before storming off.

Abel, bless him was totally oblivious to the whole flirting thing. "She seemed nice" he comments.

Now for my master escape plan...

"I'm just...erm...going to the ladies" I mutter sliding out of the plastic seat that I've become glued to in the heat. How Abel and Tres haven't fried in their priest robes is beyond me...

"Mmmmphhh" Abel mutters through his food, reminding me of Looney.

"Affirmative" Tres nods.

I try to subtlety walk towards the exit. Abel is distracted by food but Tres is much more observant

"Miss Natasha Isaacs, that is not the right route for the bathroom. Do you require assistance?"

I take this as my cue to run out the door.

"Tasha-san! Come back!" I hear Abel yell. I stop for a second to look back.

To see Tres producing two scary looking guns from his coat.

Oh shit, sorry Abel but the robot has guns. I'm off

I start to run again. I have no idea where I'm going.

"Switching from search mode to pursue mode" Tres mutters.

This only makes me run faster